A Mothers Worry

A Mothers Worry

The joys of motherhood!!! copyright gothgirl 2008

Her daughter had just turned 18. She was at the age where she could drink and go clubbing. She was very close to her daughter and she also worried about her all the time. As most mothers do. She dreaded the weekends. She would have the phone next to her all the time. She would wonder if her daughter was safe out there in a world that was now so dangerous. Drink spiking...rape..gangs..binge drinking..etc. But she knew she had to let go and let her baby grow up, but she couldnt.

So each weekend she would send her daughter a good night message, just so that she answered and she could rest easier. Sometimes in the middle of the night she would awaken, look at her phone..and see nothing. A fear would grip her for no reason. She would start to panic. And even though she did not want to, she would text her daughter just to make sure she was okay.

Sometimes her daughter did not reply. When this happened she would fly out of bed like a mad woman and run downstairs. Shaking, she would begin to think the worst. What if someone had hurt her? What if she had gone to some strange persons house and something had happened? What if she had drank too much and was stuck somewhere alone? What if???? What if???? What if???? She was driving herself insane.

In the end she would wait a little longer until it became unbearable, and then she would call her. Praying she would answer the phone. Praying more than anything she would. For if she didnt what would she do? She had no idea where to look for her. For she could be anywhere! But everytime she answered. As soon as she heard her voice she would breathe a sigh of relief. And then curse herself for worrying so much. Always saying to herself that she wont do it again and that she will leave her daughter in peace.

But her panic attacks gave her no control. And she hated herself as her daughter always did the right thing and messaged her at certain times of the night. All she could think to herself was how lucky she was to have such an understanding daughter. Who never ever got angry when she called her in the middle of the night. Who was always doing her best to reassure her of her safety. And who knew when she felt panicked she would even send her an extra message. Bless her...is all she can say!! She was so lucky to have such a wonderful daughter, and she guessed that was why she worried so much. copyright gothgirl 2008